WOW. I’ve never had anyone else poop my pants.

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Also, I have no memory of ME pooping my pants. You know…for the record.

On to my story. Today my sister, my friend and I took all the kids to see Kung Foo Panda. I held my sweet baby niece most of the time. She is 7 weeks old and is such a doll. I am wearing a long, billowy shirt. I am holding the baby after she eats and I notice a minor explosion in her pants. Then I do what any good aunt does and I hand her off to her mom. I am sitting there and start to notice that my pants and shirt feel wet against my skin. Then…oh lord….I touch my shirt. Squish. It was totally gross. And I notice the front of my pants also are wet and gross. I then go to the restroom where my sister is changing the baby.

“Your daughter shit on me.” And then I show her my shirt. It is a pattern shirt with a “new” mustard yellow color added for fun. It didn’t smell too bad, really. And the baby is so cute that I can’t be mad.

I am making my sister buy me lunch, though. It is the least she can do.